“Dammit, Jamie! Why couldn’t you wait for me?” You trudged into his house, complaining to the boy who took off straight after school. You jumped on a couch, your hands crossed over your chest, fuming. “First, you run off thereby forcing me to come here. And now this! Jamie, what is so important that you had to show me?” The visible irritation in your voice, however, did not deter Jamie one bit.
“______, I know you’d rather sit in your room with a book but please just do it.” You sighed, giving in, a hand running through your [h/c] hair and Jamie signalled for you to follow him, wearing his coat at the same time. You, however, loved the cold and refused to put one on, regardless of how insistent your loved ones would be. You walked out into Jamie’s house, following his lead, only in a tank top, a thin over-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants.
Looking down, you saw the streets covered in snow. Dirty snow. How you longed to get out of the town and into the forest, where the snow would be as clear as day. As you were daydreaming of what it would look like, you hadn’t realised that Jamie had took your hand and dragged you along to the outskirts of the small town, into a clearing. Shaking you back to reality, Jamie dramatically waved his hand around the clearing, enhancing the wonder you felt at that moment. The ground sparkled with the pure whiteness of the untainted snow and the air was unpolluted, the freshest to ever take over your nose. The fascination in your eyes glowed and you started running about the whole clearing, which consisted of a small lake and walls of pine trees surrounding it, while chuckling. You laughed a whole-hearted laugh and grinned, falling backwards into the soft snow, which let out a soft crunch as you fell onto it. “I feel like a kid, Jamie! Like a kid. Like... like...
...I believe in everything again. Everything...
Your eyes, formerly closed in pure happiness and longing bliss, were pried open by a sharp chill in your cheek, where your [e/c] orbs meet a boy with white hair and Columbian blue eyes, at extremely close proximity. Who was poking at your cheek. And was... floating mid-air. You immediately gasped and used your hands to scramble backwards hurriedly, eyes wide in shock. That boy was floating! The said boy, however, was not discouraged by your response and continued floating moving towards you, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. While he was progressing very slowly to where you were currently stuck, under a pine tree, you studied his unusual features, mentally taking note of them for future references. ‘List,’ you thought. ‘top to bottom.’
One, white hair.
Two, rare Columbian blue eyes
Three, voilet-blue hoodie, frost-laced collar
Four, brown trousers, tattered ends
Five, ...bare feet.
Placing that odd list in your brain, you continued looking at the boy, who was analyzing you, as you had done to him. Then, his eyes still glued to your figure, tilted his head slightly to his right and said, “Jamie, I can poke her cheek and this girl can see me. She’s a teenager. Plus, she’s looking at me like she doesn’t know who I am. That’s... that’s...” he was stumbling to find the right words and you, finally over your initial shock, happily butted in.
“...confusing?” The word slipped out of your mouth and the frosty-haired boy turned back to you, nodding furiously. You giggled and grinned, gleeful that your intelligence did the work. Suddenly, your grin disappeared and you stared at Jamie, questions instantly and unexpectedly clouding your mind. “How does this guy know your name? Why didn’t I see him before? Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he floating? Why does he have white hair? Why does he have a staff? Why is he grinning like that? Just who the heck is he?” Your chain of queries slid out of your mouth in a fury and you were panting lightly. Jamie, despite your exceptionally specific questions, was still immensely confused.
“You don’t even know who he is?” Jamie questioned, pointing at the boy. “And you can see him?” You shook your head gently, sighing, as you knew Jamie would keep blabbering on and on without giving you even the slightest hint of who the still mysterious boy was. “But...but I... I don’t even... How? You? Wha... How do you...”
Seeing the frustrated expression knitted through your brows, the boy with the staff moved forward, extending his hand, and successfully stopped Jamie’s ramble. “Hi, my name is Jack Frost, and we’re gonna have a little fun.” Your blank face as you stared at him cause a slight falter in the cocky smirk he had on his face but he still kept it there. After an awkward silence, you, suddenly... burst out laughing, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Tha-that’s a horrible introduction! Why did you pick that?” You continued laughing hysterically, clutching your stomach, gasping for air. Both Jamie and ‘Jack Frost’ ,as he claimed to be, looked terribly worried and were moving towards you, not clear on what to do. You, on the other hand, were calming down and sat up straight, facing the two boys. You exhibited a serious expression on your face and prepared to answer their unsaid questions. “It’s really, really... dirty.” As the thought slipped through you into the two’s mind, Jack’s face started turning a fiery red, turning his pale skin a dark crimson. Jamie, having an unusually innocent mind for a teenager, was having no reaction, other than being more than baffled. You chuckled at that and waited for Jack’s face to cool down. After a moment, Jack shook his head, as if to vanquish all traces of his embarrassment from the surrounding air.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” He laughed and continued, yet again extending his hand out towards you. “Hi, my name’s Jack Frost and I’m the Guardian of Fun.”
“Pleasure, Jack.” You said, grinning.
“Me? I’m ______. ______ _____.”